"F*ck, hurry up, you motherf*cker."
John swore as he lunged forward, like the last one standing in a back-alley brawl with blood streaming down his face.
The fighter furrowed his brows severely.
He threw several punches, all of which were blocked by John, who staggered as if in a dying struggle. It looked weak, yet felt strangely off.
The fighter swung a side kick, trying to knock him down.
John suddenly got energized, shifted direction, grabbed the entire leg, and used his weight to bring the opponent down.
The fighter's eyes widened, his view constantly changing before he was pinned to the ground in a blink.
"WTF... Puh!"
He didn't finish speaking before his teeth flew out.
John endured the damage to close the distance, just to take advantage of the high-end chip's technology.
The fighter was beaten until his spit flew everywhere.
John cursed inwardly as well.
Why are the enemies in the ring all so tough?
